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A Journal of Humor, Music, Art & Politics for Austin & the Surrounding World, Since 1974.
To arrive where we began & know it for the first time
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“Yeah, yeah,” Burt muttered, heading for the barn. A moment later Shag had dispatched the wasps and was attacking the bush with zeal. It was so much fun, Burt, who stood behind watching the procedure, had to take the trimmer away before he sawed the bush down to a stump. He ordered Shag to stack his trimmings and led him down to the boathouse.
“Whose place is this?” Shag asked when they went inside.
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